Handsome

The Vaccines

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e:-2---0---2---4-----------7---7---9---9--- b:-4---0---2---6-----------7---9---11--9--- g:-4---1---3---6-----OR----8---9---11--10-- d:-4---2---4---6-----------9---9---11--11-- a:-2---2---4---4-----------9---7---9---11-- e:-x---0---2---x-----------7---x---x---9--- Oh God oh God oh God Oh God oh God oh God Oh God oh God Oh eat me up for breakfast You think you look good in whatever they Sugar coat you in And my body is a temple you can worship at my feet But I might kick you in the teeth so So even when you’re spitting blood You would savor that for me Cause I got so down I held the world for ransom Lonely bored and bad thank God I’m handsome so handsome I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I should be pickin’ up the pieces But it doesn’t really matter it’s what you ? When you got nothin’ to lose Everybody else I know it sucks to be in misery As if it was contagious So come to me and promise me you’ll Catch me if you can Cause I got so down I held the world for ransom Lonely bored and bad thank God I’m handsome so handsome I’m as awful as they come oh what a pity So thank the Lord above that I am pretty so pretty So pretty So pretty Well I got so down I held the world for ransom Lonely bored and bad thank God I’m handsome Arresting repossessing and disarming Oh what a stroke of luck that I am charming Well I heard that I am wanted by committee I just thank the Lord above that I am pretty so pretty

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Cette chanson évoque une sorte de fierté déconcertante et un humour noir autour de l'apparence. Le protagoniste se sent ancré dans sa beauté, malgré un état d'esprit chaotique et des pensées autodestructrices. Il balance entre la solitude et l'estime de soi, acceptant les imperfections de sa vie tout en revendiquant son charme, presque comme un parodiste de la vanité. L'atmosphère semble légère, mais il y a une profondeur dans la manière dont il traite la beauté et la misère, comme si l'un compensait l'autre. Au fond, il joue avec l'idée que même s’il se sent perdu, sa beauté superficielle lui procure un répit dans le tumulte de l’existence. C’est un regard à la fois cynique et amusé sur le monde.

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